Clotille slipped off the back porch and hit her head on the big black pot next to the steps and was knocked out cold. T-Nom hurried in the house and called 911. The 911 operator told T-Nom that they would send someone out right away.
“Where do you live at?” asked the operator. T-Nom replied, “At da end of Eucalyptus Drive.”
“Can you spell that for me?” the operator asked.
Uhhh, let’s see, U-C-A… wait, no…uhhh E-C-L… no, no, sorry that’s not right… another pause, then finally T-Nom asked, “How ’bout if I just drag her over to Oak Street and you pick her up over dere?